Feminist fantastica, slogging on with "The Walking Dead and other stuff we're watching.

It's already time again for "May the Source Be With You," our semi-monthly look at upcoming neatness in the realms of pop culture and general geekery.

In Pod We Trust:

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've been obsessed with the podcast "Welcome to Night Vale" for years. It follows the late and lamented "Thrilling Adventure Hour" as the one bit of entertainment I never allow myself to get behind on.

So when "Night Vale" co-creator Joseph Fink announced a weird, cross-country travelogue about a truck driver searching for her missing wife, I was instantly aboard. "Alice Isn't Dead" just wrapped its deeply unsettling and fascinating second season and announced that the third would be its last. Get caught up in the mystery...while you still can! Bwahahahaha.

Creepy.

DVD and BLU:

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uesday., Sept. 19 offers a downright delirious trifecta of feminist fantastica with the release of "Wonder Woman," "The Big Sick" and "Certain Women." While "The Big Sick" takes a fairly normal romantic comedy and presents it in a way that feels both fresh and original and "Wonder Woman" inverts the typical superhero origin story and makes it more universal, it's "Certain Women" that takes the biggest chances. It won't appeal to everyone, but this episodic look at the intertwining lives of several women in small town Montana is a brave and beautiful masterpiece. Kristin Stewart is a revelation and Michelle Williams once again proves she's the finest actress of her generation.

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he new season of "Bojack Horseman" has arrived on Netflix and, while I haven't quite finished it, it's another hauntingly hilarious look into the illusion of celebrity and clinical depression— if most of the world was made up of talking animals. At times absurd and heartbreaking, "Bojack Horseman" is the only cartoon outside of "Rick and Morty" that seems to break new ground with every single episode.

Season Seven of "The Walking Dead" was also added to Netflix, but I have some complicated feelings about that damn show. I'm now so deeply invested in Carol, Daryl, Michonne, Maggie, Tara, Aaron, Jesus and The King that I'll never quit the show, but season seven felt a little sadistic for my taste. Without getting into spoilers, the brutal deaths that led off the season felt like the creative team flipping off its audience before making the big villain Negan into something more annoying than terrifying. He's like a cast member of "The Jersey Shore" who managed to amass power during the apocalypse, just because he had a leather jacket and a baseball bat.

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